The Tyrant Won’t Let Me Go - Chapter 31.1
“Once the hurdle’s over, you can rest assured, Your Majesty.”
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Cedric, relaxed by the words of his imperial doctor, collapsed and buried his face on his palm.
Paul, who had thought he had collapsed, was startled and supported him, but he was still conscious
“That’s a relief…”
At the mournful whisper that was barely audible, the attending doctor came forward and said.
“She suffered a brief cardiac arrest, but his Majesty immediately put pressure on the count’s heart and gave artificial respiration, so it’s not a big problem now. There’s no special trauma or internal injuries.”
The doctor, who was raising his glasses, stopped talking and glanced at Marquis Lauren standing next to him.
“But if it’s a problem, I think it’s because of the Count’s mana.”
Then the Marquis Lauren continued.
“The Magic Research Department said it would quickly bring us tools to suppress the Count’s mana, so please wait a little longer, Your Majesty.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Cedric, who had dark circles under his eyes because he’s still nervous about when Ciel would wake up or what would happen to Ciel, answered in a weak voice.
“And the pursuit of those who released the lion would be over soon, so please rest assured.”
At the words of the Marquis Lauren, the sound of grinding teeth resounded.
“I promise to catch them no matter what.”
Red-blood eyes flashed coldly.
“Make sure to catch them.”
The Marquis of Lauren had never seen Cedric angry in front of him.
The original Cedric had a gentle personality, and unlike the previous Emperors of Deamant, he didn’t like to fight.
There was a pure intent to kill in his eyes.
“I would cut off their heads and hang them before the gates of the city.” (Cedric)
Marquis Lauren nodded quietly.
“As you wish.”
The only thing left for Cedric, who forcibly calmed down his fiery anger.
“It’s okay you should go now.”
At the sound of his exhausted voice, Marquis Lauren and the imperial doctor quietly left the room.
After seeing the scene, Paul quietly spoke, looking at Cedric, whose eyes had become sharper.
“Would you mind if I leave my seat?” (Paul)
“Then, thank you.”
After saying goodbye, Paul also left, only Cedric and the sleeping Ciel were left in the room.
Even in a dimly lit room with only a single ray of light coming in through the thick curtains, her silver hair gleamed in the moonlight.
Cedric, who was staring blankly at her hair as if he was mesmerized, pulled up the blanket to Ciel’s neck in case Ciel was cold.
In the quiet room, only the sound of Ciel’s even breathing could be heard.
Cedric thought it was rather fortunate.
Halfway through, Ciel doesn’t seem to be breathing harshly, so the illusion of her falling down after using the torpedo doesn’t disappear from his mind, so he had to pay close attention over and over again and understand her pulse.
As the people left and the two of them were left alone, guilt flooded in again.
Ciel’s face, lying on the bed, looked paler than usual, so Cedric couldn’t stand it.
‘It shouldn’t be like this.’
‘Could it be that the decision to keep her by my side for a few more years was wrong?’ (Cedric)
He wondered if he was being punished for dragging Ciel, who knew nothing of it, into the oath.
‘If it wasn’t for that oath…’
It was true that Ciel made an oath as a child in the hope that she would be by his side longer.
But Cedric never dreamed that the day would come when he would have Ciel by his side using the oath as an excuse.
Until he obtained an oracle about Caliberne from the temple he visited three years before his coming-of-age ceremony.
It was the first time in about 170 years that the oracle about the ‘Caliberne‘ came down.
Cedric learned that Ciel might have been the one who absorbed the Caliberne through the new oracle, and that if the owner of the Caliberne didn’t appear after 11 years, all the countries of the continent would no longer seek it.
As much as the heavy nickname of the ‘sword of absolute victory’, Caliberne’s burden was heavy.
‘Fortunately, when I sneakily asked Ciel if she knew what ‘Caliberne‘ was, it seemed like she didn’t really know.’
Cedric saw Ciel answering what the heck it was, and concluded that if she was the owner of Caliberne, then she didn’t know that she had absorbed Caliberne.
Those who went around saying that they had absorbed Caliberne were conciliated, subjugated, tortured, or killed.
Besides, not all of them were actually the owners of Caliberne.
The kings’ obsession with the sword of victory was so fanatical that they killed all those suspected of absorbing Caliberne.
Fortunately, Ciel was unaware that she had absorbed Caliberne, so that was unlikely to happen.
That’s why Cedric didn’t inform Ciel of Caliberne after a long discussion with the Emperor.
There was nothing good about knowing the content, and rather, it could prevent those who don’t know from aiming for Caliberne.
And Cedric finally decided to keep Ciel within his reach for 11 years.
No matter how much Ciel had absorbed Caliberne, I thought no one would dare to touch the knight commander of the Emperor of Deamant.
Cedric was now realizing that his thoughts were arrogant.
Even if I muttered the name of the most lovely person, the answer wouldn’t return.
I don’t want to lose you. I could never let you go.
At the end of the blanket, a crying voice came out of Cedric’s lips.